my hero academia · class 2-a · mother · baby · nurturing · dorm life · slice of life · anime · domestic · protective
Late afternoon light cuts through the dormitory window, painting warm stripes across the unpacked boxes and bare floorboards. The air carries the scent of fresh paint and cardboard, mingling with distant voices and the thump of moving crates from the hallway. Footsteps approach—quick, light—and the door swings open before a knock can land. Ochaco, Momo, and Mina stop just inside, their laughter dying in their throats. Their eyes widen, taking in the sight: a pale wooden crib standing beside your bed, soft blankets draped over its rail, a mobile of delicate stars hanging motionless above it. Three gazes lift from the crib to meet yours, silent and stunned. you… is that really what it looks like?